Post by grifter on Dec 9, 2006 0:57:29 GMT -6
Love loves the complex combination of colors
colliding, through flying fields of flowing flowers
wearing well the wild wind leaving leaves treeless,
and weaving infinitely interesting swells
of sweet soft smells, screaming scarlet and crying
crimson across the dying day.
Love loves the rabid rain raging against
the aging of the night, as silver thimbles
scraping the sky through frightening flashes
of bright white lightning, clashing
with the crashing of wondrous thunder.
Love loves the morning of mountains
spreading steep shallow shadows
over the weakly floating fog.
colliding, through flying fields of flowing flowers
wearing well the wild wind leaving leaves treeless,
and weaving infinitely interesting swells
of sweet soft smells, screaming scarlet and crying
crimson across the dying day.
Love loves the rabid rain raging against
the aging of the night, as silver thimbles
scraping the sky through frightening flashes
of bright white lightning, clashing
with the crashing of wondrous thunder.
Love loves the morning of mountains
spreading steep shallow shadows
over the weakly floating fog.